(Jeremiad) The War called Peace

Knowledge is the key to experience; the door to wisdom, the true path of life is in your hands and through your eyes is the infinite mirror of the LOVE.

I want these words to reach out
and knock you down.
To electrocute your heart
but we know,
yes we know.

The world spins and recedes, leaving me treading in a Monae, that of an angry sea. My mind hums like butterflies swimming through kool-aide skies……….

I’m melting into the depths of her cold, twisted, swimming pool eyes. My mouth is dry as a desert and the taste, is of Heaven, or is it of Hell? No matter, the edge, in between, is only a thin film of indifference. Neither here nor there.

My sex thrusting attack is relentless, as the scream of the butterfly bleeds through me in brutal tyranny. Her black hole sky sucks me in and rips out my pearl, liquid wings. The stars are coming out! The stars are coming out! I shiver. Then I stuttered into complete surrender like a falling star, crushing down into her softly. My religion is reborn, and the stars have mercifully burned away the chilling, darkness. Then she moved, and the church crumbled into oblivion.

My withdraw was as slow as molasses in the folds of January.

She scratches her arm and tenderly mutters "I don’t know why I didn’t come." She then queerly smiled and looked so young, so full of daisies and impossible things. Strange this girl, who had apologetically introduced herself as Iris.

"Iris." I said in a soft whisper, only to be ignored.

She laid there looking like a store front window mannequin, unanimated, lifelessly hard, with a far away look in her eyes.

I finally said in a breathless, impatient, explosion, "Iris!"

She continued scratching her arm; looking through me she said, "Just because I’m not looking at you doesn’t mean I can’t hear you."

"Terrific! A dying breed, these cheeky, shilling cunts!" I sardonically spat, whilst yanking my dwindling manhood from the community garden of yet another tit-less doped up, hippie, spendy, spent, sperm bank, bitch!

"Get up, collect your clothes and piss off! Dress in the passway. You’re dismissed." Her look of surprise annoyed me beyond reason. My head began to pulse and itch a painful nag. The world started to spin out of focus.

"You’re done! Take your shitty cunt and push the fuck off!" I jumped up from the bed, light headed with nausea churning my insides. The stench from the playground of Sodom burning my skin and nostrils. This filth will take hours of scrubbing and scraping, to be assured of the trails of blood rivers running down my raked flesh, only to slither down the drain into obscure silence.

I fumbled with the button to my trousers because of the surgical gloves(I told her I had a phobia with getting grime on my hands) I clumsily and quite dramatically fell with a hand out, resting on the window frame.

I looked on the jungle of city down below. Busy little spiders weaving webs of sin. The street was a winding serpent with spikes of Babylon reaching out, only to dare mock Heaven. The slithering snake had a million glowing eyes waiting to devour. In the know I knew it waited shimmering like an alter of candles. The sky was a bloody mess, munching on twilight, the escape drifting in soft surrenders of fading daylight.

Behind me I could hear the skittering, of the lazy whore in the rigorous throes of indolence, as she was collecting her belongings.